Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

Andy, who was much missed by everyone, was lying on the luxurious sofa of No. 12 Grimmauld Place to eat. The consequence of over-ordering was that he was almost choked to death by the house elf. He was muttering in pain: "Never again." , never again, food is something outside the body, but the stomach is one’s own.”

Kreacher was giggling while directing the rag to wipe the floor. He stopped swearing and complained. He even cleaned himself up - it was really good.

The two of them enjoyed a rare moment of leisure, but it was soon interrupted - there was a sudden knock on the door in the front hall.

Knocking on the door at night is either a crime or a murder.

(Fart, there’s also takeout – added by the author)

The master and the servant looked at each other. Kreacher snapped his fingers and immediately turned off the lights. The room was now dark.People outside the house seemed to react to this scene. Through the windows, a bright light could be seen flashing from the doorway.The uninvited guest tried to twist the door handle, but when the door didn't respond, a magic spell instantly hit the window.

Just kidding, this is the alchemy formation set up by Nico Flamel. Through alchemy's principle of equivalent exchange of matter (energy), the stronger the opponent's attack, the stronger the defense.Can you break?That's weird.

"Open the door, Mr. Lawrence. I came all the way from the northernmost part of the European continent to accept your rejection. Am I right? My dear student." A low and magnetic voice sounded from outside the door. It was Ka. Karloff.

"Kreacher, open the door." The house elf rekindled the light and opened the door politely.

"Hello, madam." Walburga nodded, wanting Karkaroff to have friendship with the Black family, but always with a little caution. "I don't mean any harm." Principal Durmstrang expressed his stance first, and the portrait muttered and turned away, no longer looking at him.

"Hello, Principal Karkaroff." Andy politely asked him to sit down, and Kreacher brought him snacks and tea.

"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence." Karkaroff did not mince words: "I heard that Mr. Lawrence is no longer willing to attend Hogwarts, so will you consider Durmstrang? Or -" He elongated Voice, looking around at the defenses of Black Mansion, but couldn't find where the formation was.

"Stop looking for it. This is the formation set up by Master Nico Flamel himself." Andy took a sip of tea but did not touch the snacks on the plate.

Karkaroff put down the snack in his hand and said lazily: "It seems that I am late. Mr. Lawrence has already made a decision."

"I just ate too much. You can enjoy it without worry. Kreacher's craftsmanship is very good." Andy saw Karkaroff's little move: " Beauxbatons will not accept me. With my reputation, Nico · Flamel doesn’t even want me to come into contact with his precious apprentice now. So?”

"May I introduce Durmstrang?" Karkaroff narrowed his eyes: "Durmstrang is not as spacious as Hogwarts. The castle only has four floors, and the outdoors is relatively open. If you are afraid of the cold, it is not a good choice. Good choice."

Andy laughed: "It is Northern Europe after all, although I don't know where it is specifically."

"You are right, Mr. Lawrence, no outsider can know where Durmstrang is." Karkaroff touched his mustache: "And we never recruit Muggle-born students. You know, we The magic teaching here is very different from Hogwarts, but the quality of the teaching is nothing to say."

"Of course, I have experienced it, especially your guidance." Andy smiled normally.

"Mr. Lawrence's talent is obvious to all. After all, you don't-" Igor Karkaroff suddenly thought of something: "Would you like to try the wands we have there? Maybe there is a suitable one. "

"Of course I do, Mr. Principal."

Kreacher watched Master Potter and Karkaroff being polite to each other, and he could detect the two men's vigilance in testing each other.

"Very well, thank you Mr. Lawrence. It is also an honor for Durmstrang to choose our school." The cunning man grinned, showing a mouth of yellow rotten teeth: "I believe he will also be very happy. satisfied."

"You're right." Andy turned around deliberately, revealing part of the mark that couldn't be covered by his collar.

"So, it's really a great honor. Mr. Lawrence has a great future."

"You're welcome."

Karkaroff took out the admission notice, and Andy signed his name on it without hesitation. The two chatted a few more insignificant words, and the red-haired boy sent his future principal out of the house.

“Any time you come to report, we welcome it.”

Andy nodded, and Karkaroff disapparated into the night.

Until he left the sight of his master and servant, Karkaroff didn't touch the plate of snacks again.